Lost Creek Hollow every step i take

she'd give permission, causing his head to dip more. rolling the moss expertly between his teeth, he'd bend down to brush off the old poultice with the wet foliage. it was a bit caked, yet the moisture soon took care of any stragglers. Baelfire didn't expect Vuk to give any details about her assault, quietly humming as she told him. 

when he was satisfied the old poultice was clean, his head would lift and he spat out the moss. "bunjiro" he'd utter, his people's word for 'asshole'. perhaps phindar - monster - was a more accurate term. the attack seemed to be unprovoked. he always thought senseless violence was, well, senseless. " then he left you alive" Baelfire muttered. for if someone had pushed him off a cliff, they'd better make sure he was dead. "a blessing."

or maybe a curse, for if the man had intention he could come back to finish the job... of course, Baelfire would not say this to Vuk. "how is the poultice coming?"